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After saying goodbye to Choso, you drove to a nearby hotel that wasn't too far from from your work. You still intended on working and remote unless a business trip called for it but the most importantly, you wanted to fix your sensor before presenting it in the following week.
A little while after settling into your hotel room, you put your technical suitcase on your table and got to work. You screwed your device open and cleaned the exterior with isopropyl alcohol before soldering the some of the loose connectors. The whole deal took you hours on end and it is not until 4 a.m. when you managed to turn the device on, hoping the mishap from a few days ago wouldn't reoccur.
Your sweaty skin and stiff neck needed nothing more than a hot bath but you didn't want to overexert the old pipes of the building. You could A disturb the other guests at the hotel and B you needed to rest.
You laboriously carried your cumbersome and heavy body to bed and laid down. You grabbed your phone and realized it was on 'Do Not Disturb'. The assault off notifications on your phone took you by surprise. Not a single one belonged to Choso, he must have been busy, you pondered.
Every single one of them was Naoya's.
16 missed calls and at least 32 text messages.
You sighed before reluctantly pressing onto his chat.
- (Y/N)
- Where are you?
- I still can't believe you packed your bags and left
- Come back.
- Let's talk.
- I'll be nice, I promise.
- You'll take a few days off and we will go on vacation together.
- Please.
- We could go to Okinawa and I could finally show you the starshaped sand.
- Forget Okinawa, I'll fly us out to Hawaii, Tuvalu, the Maldives, Australia, whatever it is that you want.
- (Y/N)
- ANSWER YOUR PHONE
- YOU MADE ME DOUBLE DOWN
- ANSWER THE MAN IN YOUR LIFE
- YOU DO NOT TREAT THE HEIR OF THE ZEN'IN CLAN LIKE THIS
- YOU WILL FACE CONSEQUENCES
- INSOLENT WHORE
- Fuck.
- I didn't mean that.
- You know I miss you.
- (y/n), pleas
- I want you right now.
- I want you so badly.
- [dick pic]
You felt your heart racing when scrolling through the first half of the messages, feeling restless. Your breath hitched when your eyes landed on the last picture, waiting for it to load, eyes widening ignoring the last few messages for the sake of that one.
Slowly you creeped your hand underneath the waistband of your panties and remembered the last time the two of you had sex. It had been a good two weeks...
"You came back from vacation and didn't even bring me a present?" The door to your humble room was opened as Naoya leaned against the frame, looking down at you with a grin, his head cocked to the side and the black bangs to his blonde hair falling over his eyes.
"It was a business trip, I barely had the last morning off," you rolled onto your side, shooting him a lazy smile. "It's all in the foyer, I've bought enough souvenirs for everyone. An entire suitcase of gifts and goodies from Germany. You are free to pick."
"Wow, key charms, fridge magnets, and chocolates from Germany," Naoya rolled his eyes, eyeing the souvenir he held in his hand with disinterest, he hadn't even bothered to unwrap it yet.
"Is it a Benz that you want? Cause I promise you they may be affordable over there but the shipping will cost me an arm and a leg."
"I don't need you to buy a Benz for me," Naoyo crossed his arms over his chest, taking a defensive stance, feeling emasculated. "I don't even want a German car," Naoya added, and you grimly remembered the last time you dared to comment on his Bugatti.
"You know your Bugatti has a German engine. You do realize Volkswagen Group manufactures the insides?"
"Don't make me ask what color your Bugatti is," and there it was, you cringed hard, your lips curling in disgust. "What am I supposed to do with a fucking magnet?" He groaned and threw it at you, missing your head on purpose, aiming for your ass instead.
"Yeowch," you squealed, making your ass jiggle in recoil. "Put it on your fridge?"
"Like, I step into a kitchen," he leaned his back against the door he had shut, inspecting your form. You knew exactly what that gaze meant. You've gained weight.
"I see they fed you well," he remarked, walking over to you, giving your butt a gentle kick.
"Ah, that is true," you grinned bashfully.
"So, you stuffed your face with Schnitzel and roasted potatoes during the last two weeks?" Naoya accused and you unsmiled immediately before deciding to handle it deftly.
"Kebab," you corrected, typing away nonchalantly. "Less traditional, more spicy food. Weaponry industry and immigration is in the west, cars and cuisine in the south," you clarified and he scoffed. He didn't want to seem like the ignorant people who reduced Germany to Bavaria and Berlin, although those had been the only places he visited.
"Well, want my skewer then?" He retaliated, putting his knee onto the edge of your bed, sliding his hand along your exposed thigh.
"Don't ruin Kebab for me," you frowned. "Let me tell you though, we went to this uber fancy Sushi restaurant but it was beyond mid," you trailed off. "Conbini sushi here is better than whatever they serve in their Michelin rated kitchens. By the way, when I was in London I had nothing but Curry and Chinese. Western Europe really doesn't dish out much," you added.
His eyes landed on the pizza carton on your nightstand. "Instead of eating this crap, you should cook, and better yet, pick up on some new recipes. Did you at least get a decent kebab recipe?"
"Of course not," you replied, adding details to your iPad sketch.
"I'm hungry," he pouted like a child.
"Mari cooked gyudon, you love meat." You reminded him, knowing that Mari, Maki and Mai's mother would never fail to cook dinner.
"Ugh, hers is flabby," he rolled his eyes. "I want you to cook for me."
"You like my Gyudon?"
"You can't call it Gyudon, but it's better than hers," he muttered, sliding his hand underneath your shorts. You whimpered and clenched your legs shut.
"Naoya, I need to work," you sighed, gripping your pencil tightly.
"You're on your iPad," he scoffed, making it look like some children's game.
"I'm sketching a design," you groaned.
"Art to take your mind off of the vacay? Poor thing. Was it that straining?" He mock consoled you in a baby voice. "You didn't even ask me to accompany you." Naoya's voice now held a less playful tone than his usual chime.
"My company wouldn't pay your expenses since we aren't married-," and before you could finish your sentenced, Naoya interjected in annoyance.
"Pah, as if I need your silly little company to pay for my ticket. Would have upgraded you to first, made you feel really nice. Fly Emirates has double beds," Naoya smirked and sat down on your bed, letting your calves rest on his thighs. "How did you fly to Germany? With the flight route over Abu Dhabi?"
"Nope, I took the ferry to South Korea and then flew nonstop to Frankfurt, Germany. It is about a 400€ difference."
Naoya sighed at your frugality and started caressing your calves, his hands gliding over to your thighs. "I could have taken you shopping there and buy you some sexy lingerie, Agent Provocateur, not whatever this cotton mess is," he gave your pink H&M shorts a light slap, wanting to tear them apart.
"After all that, I could have have fucked you stupid in the Burj Khalifa. You'd realize it's not the tallest building in the world," he chuckled, picturing your tight pussy slowly sinking down on his dick.
"That sky scraper's in Dubai, not in Abu Dhabi. Besides, you were on a mission?"
"Another commute," he rolled his eyes at your record-scratch-esque interruption of his imagination, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Why did you have to ruin his fantasy? "I could have joined you on your way home, happy? Open you up for everyone to see, penthouse suite and all..." Naoya's hands landed on your cheeks roughly, firmly massaging your buttocks, fingernails digging into your skin.
"Naoya, I am working!"
He slapped your butt a little harder.
"Your voice is here, bring it down to here," he motioned his hand from his face to his chest. "Anyway, I'm not leaving," he grunted. "You never make time for me ever since you got that shitty promotion, I preferred you getting less money for doing nothing rather than slaving away for a lot more. I hate to see you drown in work."
"I have to put that degree to use. Would you rather see me in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, lift your skirt up and rub against ya while you make me kebab," he grinned and you hoped he wouldn't turn the skewer joke from before into a recycled joke about his dick being a shish kebab. He inspected the pizza karton again, taking a bite out of a slice before spitting it back into the box in utter disgust. "Who the fuck gets sweet potato crust?" He grabbed your water bottle and took a few generous swigs.
"They had it in Korea and I missed it," you giggled. "It's an acquired taste."
"Even more demented than than the pineapple pieces chilling on the other half," he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"I have changed my mind, I do want a gift," he demanded, sliding your shorts down your thighs, making you pull them up instinctively.
"No!" You tightened your grip on your waistband.
He moved back between your legs, giving your butt a hard slap before lowering his head onto it, using you as a pillow while his feet dangled over the edge of your queen size bed. "It's gotten way bigger," he noticed, kneading one cheek with his right hand while his left hand took over your love handle.
"I didn't watch what I ate..."
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, calm down," he sighed. "Although I wish it was the only thing to grow when you gain weight."
An hour passed with him mindlessly squeezing your ass and letting you continue your work.
"When are you finished?" He perked up.
"Dunno."
"Estimate?"
"Naoya, I'm not intending to stop within the next hour," you sighed.
Naoya lifted up your hips after going into a kneeling position and you didn't fight his advances. Suddenly, before you could react, he completely tore your shorts apart.
"I liked these!" You exclaimed, snapping your head around to glare up at him.
"They were too short anyway, someone with your build shouldn't wear them. Someone will slide the door open and just see half of your ass squeezing out. Is that what you want? You're putting on a show for Ranta, Naoki, Naofumi, Jinichi and my dad?" Naoya accused you and you cringed especially hard at the mention of his cousin and his father before going silent on him.
"Hey, I'm just looking out for you. You just aren't made for these. Besides," you felt him spread your labia apart with his thumbs, blowing cool air against your wet skin. You shivered, clenching around nothing.
"This is only for me to see." He licked an agonizingly slow stripe up from your clit to the entrance of your vagina.
"I take everything back about pineapple pizza," he smirked, before nosing your lips and flicking his tongue against your clit, causing you to squirm. He paused the action when you tensed, reaching over to take your iPad and pencil away and resting them on the pizza carton. He then lifted your hips back up, your face buried into your pillow while your ass was up at eye level with him.
"I just want to shove my hand in there and rip that IUD out," he deadpanned, all playfulness leaving his tone and actions when he started jamming his tongue into your hole. You gasped at both the sensation and the audacity of his proclamation.
"Naoya, don't be silly..." the comment made you unable to relax, clenching around his tongue, not allowing access.
"Silly? You owe me, you know that. You were born for this. You were born to be bred by me. Let me fuck you for real, just drop the whole deal with the birth control and let me breed you good, hm? The only thing I want to see down there is my cum spilling out of you."
"Aye, aye," you nodded, feeling a tingle as you ground your hips against his lips.
"This isn't face fucking," he clarified, pulling away to look at your cunt, spreading it open.
"You have such a nice clit," he remarked, licking it, circling his tongue piercing around it. "You know what would make it better? A piercing."
"Yikes," you clenched your thighs shut but he unclenched them.
"Just the hood then, want to tug at it and cause friction. A Nefertiti piercing would be enough and so hot."
"I'm too squeamish for that. Consider this; would you get a Prince Albert piercing?"
"Oh, trust me, have I considered that! But I wouldn't be able to put it to use for at least three months. What waste of time and dick."
"You wouldn't be able to have sex with me if I get a Nefertiti either."
"Of course I would. You have other holes," Naoya breathed against your lips before dragging his tongue all the way up. His fingernails dug into the soft mass of your cheeks and spread them wide open, flicking his tongue against your butthole. You gasped at the sudden action and snapped your head around, glaring at him.
"Want to see a trick?" He smirked, removing his tongue from your ass and pulled out a little package from his jeans pocket. He exchanged the metal tongue piercing with a large silicone one and then pressed onto the lower bell of it. The upper silicone nub started vibrating.
"Wait up and enjoy," Naoya hummed, bringing the tip of his tongue against your clit. He licked at it but then just pressed his tongue piercing against your clit, having it vibrate, while his fingers massaged your ass. Naoya went to suck on your clit while slowly moving two fingers into you, massaging your wet cunt from the inside. You arched your back further, clenching, engulfing his digits.
"Save the clenching for my cock, princess. Just relax now and enjoy my fingers while I ease you open, hm? Gonna fuck you really good and after that you'll call your doctor and we will get rid of that little fun stopper down there, hm?"
"You're, you're killing me," you gasped, as your eyes roll back into your head.
"Likewise, my jaw hurts," he scowled, earning a whine from you as he pulled away.
"I shouldn't have to do this." You watch him unbuckle his belt, Louis Vuitton, nothing less for Naoya. His taste in cars, luxury brands and perfumes were all French.
Dior Sauvage, his flagship playboy scent.
Naoya tugged the hem of his polo shirt under his chin, giving you a generous display of abs while pressing the waistband of his equally expensive boxers down with his thumb, freeing his cock from its constraints. The whole seven inches slapped against his lower abs, the curve still allowing you to see his happy trail and belly button.
He inhaled deeply before moving his cut tip against your wet pussy, aligning his erection with you. He let out a hiss when pushing into you, exhaling sharply before retreating, drinking in the feeling of your tightness around his tip. Naoya blinked twice and huffed. The first few minutes of sex with you always felt like the first time he got to claim you. Make you his. Take your virginity.
He still felt as if his cock pushed against your hymen seven years ago, making you a woman. His woman.
Naoya brought a hand to the back of your head to pull your back against his chest, turning your head to the side during the process. He loved seeing your face contort whenever he pushed the entirety of his girth into you, having you engulf him.
"Don't we just fit perfectly?" He groaned, pushing his tongue into your mouth. "I love seeing you take all of me," he hissed, pushing into you, earning a loud moan from you that he muffled with his mouth. "Silence," he demanded, biting your lower, softer lip.
"You're always a whiny little bitch when you sit on it, crying about the pain, complaining about your knees and low stamina but this? This is perfect, having my cock disappear in betweem your fat ass," Naoya smirked, his free hand moving under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. He rolled his hips into yours and earned another moan that he silenced by pinching your nipple and readjusting your head, his lips locking with yours as his tongue explored your mouth. He kept you in that uncomfortable position while he relentlessly fucked into you.
"This is all your fault," Naoya pulled his lips away, quickly moving in and out of your pussy, his tip banging against your cervix at every stroke of his cock.
"If you took me with you, we would have been in a hotel and you could have screamed all you wanted but here? I won't even let you moan," Naoya groaned, now fully pulling out to only fuck the first two inches of you, the part you could clench at will.
"Two weeks, two weeks without your pussy. You're the one killing me," Naoya growled, chasing his own peak. "I won't let you come," he insisted when you moaned at the friction against your g spot.
"Naoya, please," you whispered, pushing your hips against his dick, begging for an orgasm.
"No!" Naoya kept fucking into you and just as you were close, close to coming around his cock, he pulled out when you clenched down, denying you an orgasm. You whined when you were pressed down by the head onto his lap. Naoya was now fucking into his fist for a few minutes while the grip on your hair remained tight. He let out a few moans under his breath before pressing his tip against your lips, having you engulf it with your lips.
"Swallow." He demanded when he spilled onto your tongue, watching the movement of your throat intently. No reaction. "Swallow, you whore!" He groaned, pushing your head deeper and you complied. "Good girl," his grip on your hair loosened and he let you fall against your mattress, following suit, not bothering to cover his erection that was slowly but gradually softenting.
"You regain your breath and afterwards you schedule an appointment with your ObGyn, understood?" Naoya caressed your cheek, his thumb stroking the wetness of your lower lip before pushing into your mouth to make you savor every single drop of his cum.
"Mhm," you whimpered mindlessly.
You weren't ready for a child despite being 25 years old and having known about this agreement for almost ten years. You just wanted to spend some time building your career up before taking parental leave and have your whole life change. You pulled your hips down, away from Naoya's touch, refusing his advances.
Naoya sighed at your lack of receptiveness, missing your lack of enthusiasm as he spooned you, his hands kneading your breasts.
"Don't hit me with the: 'Wah, wah, I'm too young to be a mother!' Your cursed technique? What a waste. Didn't even have anyone to at least teach it to you, huh? The women in your family, they always maintain the genitor's CT, don't they?"
Genitor, what a clinical way to say baby father.
"Ah, sometimes yes, sometimes they don't," you panted, trying to focus on your speech rather than the previous sensation Naoya bestowed upon you, or the lack thereof. You still craved an orgasm. "The women usually perform a seal, similar to a binding vow with themselves to maintain the males CT if he has a good one," you explained. "Doesn't work with non-sorcerers though unless it's a recessive gene. Sometimes clan techniques from a few generations get awakened instead of the father's personal technique," you breathed.
Naoya's eyes lit up in excitement. "Glad you're in my hands then, what if our son had the ten shadows? Or heavenly restriction? Easiest would be to keep projection sorcery, so I can properly teach him but I wouldn't mind fucking a couple of sons into you. One of each kind, have the Zen'in clan rise above the others," Naoya laughed out loud, gently caressing your tummy as he kept his dick against your ass. "I don't want to imagine the Gojos having one of your kin. Imagine one six eyes after the other..." Naoya's eyes darkened and he pressed his fingers into your sides.
"What if he gets your CT? What will we do with him?"
"I can raise him and when the time comes, perhaps send him to boarding school, off estate? Maki even has a special grade classmate, they could teach him well."
"Okkotsu," Naoya specified and then rolled his eyes. "As if. Only bastards get JJ education, I want a traditional upbringing with him at home."
"Bastards as in born out of wedlock?"
"Bastards as in cuck children. You really believe two non sorcerers give birth to a honed sorcerer?"
"It happens all the time," you said defensively. "Recessive genes for example."
"I know but what is the root of that? Someone must have cheated in the past. I know for a fact that Okkotsu boy had no Gojo parent and recessive genes only speak up if both parents have them. What would he have then?"
"Do you mean atavism? When an ancient ancestor's traits show up out of the blue?"
"Yeah, exactly, that's what I meant," Naoya rolled his eyes at your intelligence. He had just failed to fuck you stupid. "Moreover, Okkotsu was only lucky to get cursed."
Ironic, your lips move into a tight line.
"Nah, forget the genetics, my son won't strut off into that forsaken school. I gotta keep a good eye on him and make sure he grows up a true Zen'in."
"Isn't Mai's classmate the heir to the Kamo clan? They're like, really conservative, aren't they? That does send a message."
"It sends the message that his dad was too much of a little bitch to beat his bastard son into shape."
You raised your brows at Naoya's statement but still chuckled and he smiled against your neck, giving your earlobe a playful bite.
"A strong father doesn't always raise equal sons," you added softly and Naoya unsmiled, nodding along, knowing what you are implying. "Was your mom a sorceror, too?"
"She was a Zen'in, so odds increased to not inherit nothing. To be honest, I doubt it. Look at my worthless brothers and then at me. Was all my dad's genes. Apparently, I only have her face. Besides, women aren't supposed to do jujutsu, you know? Men get the dirty work. Just stay behind..." Naoya seemed to be self conscious about being inbred, Naobito did marry his niece after all.
You nodded along, ignoring his casual misogyny. "You used to train as a kid, no?"
"All the time, but it dulled. I can make a mean sword though," you sighed.
"True sorcerers do not use weapons, (y/n). You still got your book smarts, don't ya? Just write it down for me in case our son gets your Quantum Immortality," Naoya quipped, bringing his lips closer to your shoulder, sucking on your skin.
"You want our son to inherit my CT?" You gasped both at the sensation but mostly in excitement.
"Of course." Naoya deadpanned and your lips curled up into a smile at his matter-of-fact tone.
"After all, I can always continue to try with another woman to pass on my CT, but yours? Can't waste that, I'll figure something out," Naoya added and you unsmiled immediately, feeling replaceable all of a sudden.
You licked your lips, considering an uncomfortable topic, you sighed. "Naoya, what if I gave birth to a... daughter?"
Naoya pulled his lips away from your skin and his lip twitched into a smirk, he looked amused, letting go of your breasts almost entirely before bursting out into a full blown laughter, his pearly whites on full display as his guffaw filled the small of your bedroom.
You looked away in shame, rolling onto your stomach and burying your face further into your pillow, holding it in a vice grip as you muffled out his laughter. It felt like an eternity before you snapped your head around and glared at him but that didn't stop his laughter.
"My sperm is so potent, we have high male birth rates in my clan," Naoya said in between laughs. He slapped your ass before he lost his composure in another laughing fit. "Don't tell me you are about to cry, (y/n), look at me," Naoya rolled his eyes. "Look at me!" He demanded forcefully.
You refused to comply after his second fit of laughter, until a firm hand found the back of your head, forcing you to roll onto your back look up into his piercing amber eyes. "You will birth a son and if that doesn't work on the first time, we will try again and again. Are you aware of the consequences that a female birth would bring with itself?"
You shook your head, awaiting a misogynistic rant on how women shouldn't become sorcerers and slave away as housewives, but instead a darker train of thought spilled from Naoya's lips.
"Once the secret about the women's binding vow in your family goes public, it's all a huge clusterfuck from there on out. You think opposing clans won't try to kidnap your little daughter and force her to give birth to one sorcerer after the other? Imagine the destabilization of the Zen'in clan if we married the girl off and she printed one Gojo or Kamo after the other. I don't need dower money. It's not enough to have assets, my clan has to keep the others at bay," Naoya breathed heavily, his eyes ablaze in a somber dark flame.
Your eyes widened at the implications and it was even worse than what you had imagined.
"You thought you could give birth to a girl and raise her normally? You think it would suffice if her future husband married into the Zen'in clan and she took her place as a woman?
No, not even a traditional and proper upbringing will suffice. Remember when I said the comment about women having to walk three steps behind a man or else they deserve to be stabbed in the back? You cried all night and wouldn't speak to me but consider this. You give birth to a daughter and we have to keep her in our little snow globe and she won't see the light of the day! You want that? You think you can handle living in fear about your daughter being kidnapped, (y/n)?" Naoya raised his voice, pinning you down by your wrists.
"But I also am a woman from my family-" you stuttered and Naoya shook you by the shoulders.
"Because I vowed to protect you if you vowed to be silent and give birth to a son," Naoya shouted, his fingers digging into your shoulders. "Do you know how hard it is to keep an eye on you while you idly travel the entire world?" Naoya yelled and you felt tears pricking your eyes.
"Cry all you want," Naoya groaned, pulling his boxers into place as he rolled off of your bed.
"You won't stop crying once you give birth to a girl," Naoya snapped one last time before walking out of your room.
You felt your breath hitch when you finally came, withdrawing your hand from your clit, panting.
You drifted off into sleep.
You were called to day by the golden rays of the sunrise which filtered through the blinds of your window, rendering you awake.
Sitting on the toilet lid, you watched as the bathtub in the hotel bathroom filled and the white of the porcelain slowly adapted to pale blue.
You relaxed your tired body in the tub for two hours until you heard your phone buzzing.
- I don't want to hurt you.
You blinked at the message on your screen several times until you ultimately blocked and deleted Naoya's number.
There was still no message from Choso, he must have thrown your business card away the second you drove off. You had barely known him in order to get sad over a potential friendship going down the drain.
The rest of the day included sending a report to your company that included the current state of your sensor. It did peep when you sent a surge of cursed energy through it, it also beeped when you did the same, ten feet away from it. That's how life was. One door closes and you cry yourself to sleep to the bittersweet memory of your ex, and two doors open when you push some progress into your work. Well, that was just one for now. You still had to get used to being single. You were in no way a cold hearted ice queen. Yet.
It wasn't until 3 p.m. when you were forced to rush to your company HQ, an emergency meeting being scheduled out of the blue.
You arrived at the headquarters, barely dressed in business casual as you shrugged a thin blazer over your graphic tee. You flashed your key card and took the elevator, your suitcase in clutch.
There was no need to apologize for your disheveled state, your rain soaked hair and your lack of a properly prepared presentation.
The week was supposed to come to an end before the day of it creeping closer and closer but that never became the case.
The faces of your coworkes and managers were partially stern, partially in disbelief, though some were indifferent.
Probably underpaid interns.
You sighed when you brought your suitcase in, resting it onto the desk next to the projection surface but instead you were ushered towards the empty seat that nobody else sat next to.
The words national security breach, broken discretion, unlawful disclosure, illegal copyright infringement and unlawful sale of intellectual property fell. It didn't make you feel better that an interpreter was ready to disclose the details that you didn't grasp in Japanese, it made you feel uneasy.
You felt like Josef K. during Franz Kafka's trial and you gulped when you heard you would get ultimately blacklisted from engineering. Your superiors would ensure that you were going to face legal consequences soon as an opposing company held the designs to both your dagger and your sensor.
You nodded along, squinting at the blurring faces in the meeting room that melted into one big mass of flesh. The whole meeting dragged on for hours, you didn't even remember who said what with which intention.
Without a handshake, you received a no-warning, immediate termination of your working contract with ten attachments of legal gibberish before being escorted out of the building.
There were three things you were certain about:
1. You were out of a job and blacklisted.
2. You were being sued.
3. Your work visa would expire soon.
Haphazardly, you trodded through the empty city streets at night when rain kept falling, melting into the tears on your puffy eyelids.
You broke down on the way to your car, toppling over into a puddle and heaving, the only noise apart from the pitter-patter on the asphalt.
Your phone rang and you accepted without a single care in the world, needing to hear at least one human voice in your moments of despair.
A deep baritone, bordering on bass, vibrated through your speakers.
"(y/n)?" The man spoke and you took a double take at the unknown number before whispering a reply.
"Choso?" You whimpered, taken aback.
"Yes," Choso replied and you didn't listen when you realized you were kneeling down on the street. You slowly rose to your feet.
"Or else?"
"Or else what?" You asked.
"You sound like you need a friend."